The Pianist
His fingers kiss the key. Eyebrows pulled right, he's expert at focus, And mature in talent. Eyes as dark as dead, but bright with images if lyrics and creation in mind. Lyrics brilliant. Lyrics a whispered shiver in goose bumped arms.
Pause.
He takes in the room around him. All noise dances about the walls, fills the spaces between each all too familiar face, bounces about and causes the air to ricochet it all. His headphones fill once more and he runs his fingers into the music that drowns the world out of his mind. He lives for the notes that drown away his world.
Pause.
He takes in the room around him. All noise dances about the walls, fills the spaces between each all too familiar face, bounces about and causes the air to ricochet it all. His headphones fill once more and he runs his fingers into the music that drowns the world out of his mind. He lives for the notes that drown away his world.
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This is actually in the form of a vignette, so thank you mibba for not giving that option. Anyway this is for my friend Ryan, I don't know how to actually be there for him so here's this.